“I gave you an order, Farjika.”
She’d stood there mesmerized by his display. Shaking herself, she removed her dress perfunctorily. She refused to do so seductively. Right now, she was too apprehensive to do more than move like one of his mechanical servants. As she leaned over to slip her heels off, Errion stopped her.
“Only your dress.” With the soft touch of his hands to her shoulders, he placed her before a wall mirror but also so that the mirrors to the side reflected her image too. “Close your eyes.”
The last thing she wanted was not to know what he was up to, but she did as he commanded. Errion left her then, returning to the door where he and the other whispered. After a time, he came up behind her and slipped something around her torso, fitting the garment to her with strong, sure hands. It was soft against her skin, and snug, but it covered her only from right under her breasts to her belly button.
“Open your eyes.”
She gasped. Crimson leather encircled her, lifting her breasts and displaying them as a gauzy skirt flared around the bottom edge, falling down to her ankles. Her legs looked impossibly long, as the fabric of the skirt did nothing to hide them but actually enhanced them.
“For tribute.”
Her eyes went wide as she stared at him through the mirror.
Meeting her startled gaze with a knowing look, Errion whispered to her ear, “I find your culture fascinating, Farjika. Now, should I bring in Gabriyel? He’s been such a good boy, following us from shop to shop, carrying all those boxes and bags. I think he deserves a good release, don’t you?”
His silky voice was in direct contrast to the menace of his words. Farjika trembled as she shook her head.
“Please don’t do that. You don’t understand what tribute is.” She was not allowed to accept tribute. “Only the female Harvester or the current empress can sit in residence for tribute.” What he was suggesting was a violation of the ritual. Never had her heart beat so fast nor her mouth felt so dry. Worse, she became unbearably aroused by the mere thought of performing something she was forbidden to do.
“I understand exactly what tribute is.” Errion embraced her from behind, his bare chest hot and smooth against her back. Resting his head on her shoulder, he held her reflected gaze as he spoke. “Picture Gabriyel kneeling before you.”
Farjika tried not to, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. In her mind’s eye, Gabriyel came before her, clad only in his simple loincloth. He dropped to his knees and asked for the right to give tribute, which she granted. Quietly and with great dignity, he asked for the right to look upon her, which she also granted, her voice husky. Muscles covered in oil, bulging, Gabriyel lifted his right hand and removed the brown cloth at the same time he met her gaze.
“He’s huge, his cock so thick with need you can see it tremble each time his heart beats.” Errion cupped her breasts into his hands, his thumbs and fingers smoothing over her nipples, pulling them taut. “He wraps one fist around his shaft and stifles a groan. A single drop pearls at the tip, quaking as he shudders.”
Errion’s erection pressed into the split of her bottom, pushing the gauzy fabric into her flesh, adding the dimension of texture to his play. Slowly, as he spoke, he slid his prick up and down her bottom, causing her to arch back as she had with Lorren last night.
“Finger yourself, Farjika.” She grasped a handful of the skirt, but he admonished, “No, don’t lift the skirt. Touch yourself through the fabric.”
As soon as she brushed her finger across her clit, she gritted her teeth not to cry out. The weave was just thin enough to prevent direct contact but textured enough to scrape softly against her sensitized flesh.
“Shhhh,” Errion whispered. “We don’t want Gabriyel to hear you and come rushing in.” He chuckled lightly. “Can you imagine what he would do to find us like this?” Using the pads of his thumbs, he flicked them over her nipples until they strained forward. “Now, returning to our scenario, I want you to describe to me what Gabriyel is doing, what he looks like, all of it. Do you understand?”
She nodded. In the mirror, she was stunned by her own appearance—flushed face, lips glistening from her repeated licking of them, one hand buried between her legs, and Errion watching her intently through the mirror.
“I can see him on his knees, his fist around his cock. His eyes are riveted on my breasts.” She took a shuddering breath.
“I imagine a man like Gabriyel can last a long time.”
Farjika nodded. “Up and down his hand goes, so slowly I’m entranced by the way his muscles flow. The hunger in his eyes is almost frightening.” Lust had turned his sky-blue eyes dark, like storm clouds, dangerous and full of warning.
“But he’s well trained. He would never attack you. Or would he?” Errion nipped her shoulder. “I imagine if a man that big were in mind to fuck you, there is little you could do to stop him.”
“No, I couldn’t stop him.” Suddenly the image in her mind changed. Gabriyel was on his feet, his cock swaying dangerously side to side as he strode toward her. Once he was near, he lifted her into the air and slammed her down upon his cock, forcing her body to accommodate his tremendous girth. She had no choice but to cling to his massive shoulders as he pumped her up and down, his only goal his own release. When it came, his head went back and he snarled like an animal, thrusting up into her so hard she clung weakly to him, accepting.
Behind her, she felt Errion fumbling with something on the back of her odd dress and then the most amazing sensation widened her eyes and dropped her mouth open. The fabric sent shimmering charges across her skin wherever it touched. The feeling became too intense against her clit and she yanked her hand away but leaned forward to give Errion greater access. Each time he slid up and down against her bottom, the fabric shocked her, mildly, just enough to awaken every nerve ending in her body. Squirming now, feeling so empty inside, she didn’t realize she was moaning until Errion again cautioned her to silence.
“Naughty girl, one would think you want to be caught.”
In a way, she did, because suddenly the thought of playing such a game with the forbidding Gabriyel seemed so shamefully erotic, but in a way, she didn’t, because Gabriyel wouldn’t play along. He’d kill Errion and forcefully take her home no matter how she protested.
“I know what you need.” Errion slid his hand down her belly, cupping his fingers over her mound, pressing the fabric against her until she squirmed. “Sweet little empress needs release, don’t you?”
Even though she didn’t want to, she nodded. She thought if she didn’t climax soon, she would simply burst into flames.
“So do I.” His voice was husky and plaintive, and at that moment, she realized he was in the same dire need as she. “Bend over.”
Before she was even aware of what she was doing, she leaned forward, placing her hands against the mirror.
Errion yanked at his trousers, freeing his cock. With her bent over, he was able to press more firmly between her cheeks. “I’d love to shove my cock in you.”
She braced herself.
“But I won’t.”
Why she felt a tinge of disappointment she couldn’t say. Perhaps she wanted to feel him inside and compare him to Lorren. Or maybe she just wanted something to fill up all the painful emptiness inside.
Using his foot, he forced her legs apart, then fingered her slick folds, tormenting her with the shimmering fabric.
“I have never met a woman who gets as wet as you.” Up his fingers went inside her, causing her fingertips to grip the smooth surface of the mirror as the charges now surrounded her inside and out. As he pressed into her bottom, he forced the fabric against her, sending pleasurable twitches all along her body. His cock felt hot and hard, and every few strokes he’d center himself against her anus, pressing forward just a bit before sliding back up. Breathing shallowly, waiting for him to penetrate, made her lightheaded and dizzy, but his strong arms held her up as he continued to torment her.
“I’l
l bet your ass is as tight as your snug little cunny. My cock would barely fit.”
Her eyes rolled back as she lifted her head.
“How would it feel to have Lorren filling this space”—he thrust his fingers into her twice—“while I fill this one?” Again, he pressed the tip of his cock to her bottom, threatening to push harder, to fill her, and damn her soul to the nothingness but she wanted him to. To feel both men filling her at the same time would finally conquer all vacant space within. “But that wouldn’t be enough for you, would it?”
Cracking her eyes open, she was shocked to see that sweat poured down Errion’s face. Blond hair plastered to his forehead as his upper lip curled back into a snarl. He was having just as much difficulty breathing as she was. His chest rose and fell, but still he pumped his fingers into her as he rubbed his cock faster against her ass.
“Not enough?” she asked.
“Not for you, you greedy little empress.” Errion held her very steady as he urged just the tip of his cock inside her, shoving the fabric in as well, scraping her and shooting sparks over her body in a pulsing rhythm. “You’d need a cock in your mouth too. A nice thick cock that would silence you as we take our pleasure.”
The image he created in her mind pushed her over the edge, and she climaxed in waves. Hanging her head down in an effort to ride the contractions out, she uttered gasping cries as she felt Errion lean against her, his hand stroking his shaft as he held the tip just within her bottom. He released inside her, his breath hot as he chewed and kissed her shoulder.
When she looked down, the mirror on the floor showed her breasts dangling over the edge of the curious dress in a vulgar yet sexy way, Errion’s hairy legs between hers, his hand still cupped to her sex, and her thoroughly satisfied face. As she leaned up, ready to turn into Errion’s embrace, her gaze locked on the mirror.
Sky-blue eyes bored into hers as nostrils flared. A flurry of emotions darted across a face that had always been reassuringly stoic. Not anymore. Gabriyel ran the gamut from shock to fury to disappointment to arousal and so many others that she couldn’t name them all. In the end, his eyes narrowed. As he reached out to Errion with one mighty hand, his eyes suddenly rolled back in his head. Wobbling, his arms out in an effort to balance himself, Gabriyel crumpled to the floor.
Chapter Fourteen
Head splitting, Gabriyel awoke with his arms bound behind him. He was slumped in a sitting position on a narrow bed with only a basin and sink for company. Across from the bunk was a row of metal bars.
Prison.
No windows, only rough-cut rock walls and sparse light spilling into his puny cell from the hallway. It seemed every civilized world had the same basic idea of how to incarcerate a man. He knew why he was locked up. He’d tried to save Farjika from that arrogant barsita, and someone had come up behind him and drugged him. His right buttock still stung from where they’d injected him.
Just what had Farjika gotten herself mixed up in? When he’d heard her whimpers, he’d listened intently, not sure if they were pleasure or pain, but when he’d snuck up on the room and found that boy trying to penetrate her bottom, he knew she must be in pain. She’d been bent over, her breasts bared, her head down, mewling as Errion mauled her. When she looked up and he saw the unmistakable satisfaction on her face, he hadn’t known how to react. Too many emotions burst inside his skull, but the one he felt most deeply, the one he clung to most strongly, was jealousy. Here was a woman who could have her pick of any man in the universe, yet she let a boy ravage her tender bottom? And not even well, from what Gabriyel could see. If nothing else, Errion could have at least lifted her skirt. What kind of idiot tried to penetrate a woman through the fabric of her clothing? Alien world or not, Gabriyel had never heard of such nonsense. And then, against his will, he pictured the look of contentment on her face. To his dismay, he hardened.
He shot to his feet and paced the tiny length of his cell. How could she have enjoyed herself? Was she so innocent of sexual encounters she had no idea what a man and a woman should do together? Gabriyel was no prude, but to his mind, that was what one man did with another man when there were no women available. He himself had taken his ease with other guards when he was younger. As he’d gotten older and moved up in rank, he could afford to indulge himself with a paid woman, a yondie, who would do things like that…for a price. Not that he’d ever asked. He enjoyed the slick heat of a woman’s cunt. And why would he pay for what he could easily get from another guard? No matter what, he would never do that to Farjika.
She should be laid down upon astle sheets, her tender skin pampered by perfumed lotions, her body gently teased with fingers, tongue and lips and then, only when she was slick and ready, should he fill her with his throbbing cock.
He stopped and closed his eyes, shaking his head. Not him, but some man, a worthy man, should fill her slowly, easing into her slick heat, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. He wouldn’t take his eyes from her for a moment as she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to slide his cock so deeply inside her he—no, not him, but the man she chose as her lover should treat her as delicately as glass. Farjika should be honored. Her body treated with respect. She shouldn’t be subjected to two perverted boys who clearly didn’t know what they were doing.
As if he’d summoned him, Errion walked up to the wall of metal bars. “Well, well, look who’s awake.”
Gabriyel looked at him but said nothing. Errion did not know he understood everything he said. He was afraid he would only try to taunt him more if he knew.
Errion’s gaze traveled down Gabriyel’s body. He whistled lightly and grinned. “And it looks like all of you is awake.”
Gabriyel didn’t have to look down to know that he was hard. He felt his cock pressing against the rough fabric of his loincloth. Today the time for tribute had come. He’d been waiting all cycle to think upon Farjika as he took his shaft in hand. A curious shame caused him to glance away; how dare he think what he did about Farjika when he was supposed to protect her. When he got them out of this, and he vowed that he would, he would never again indulge in such perverted thoughts about her. Once they returned to Diola, he would offer reparations to the gods for his transgressions.
“I just hate to think of a man like you suffering.” Errion considered him for a moment, then called out for someone. Two metal men entered Gabriyel’s cell. He struggled, but they were impossibly strong and he was still a bit dazed from whatever he’d been injected with. In short order, they had him chained to the wall with his arms extended out to shoulder height and his legs bound together with his feet flat on the floor. Once the robots had him secured, they left, and Errion entered.
From his curious position, Gabriyel had no idea what Errion intended. Clearly, he wasn’t going to force him to take his prick in his mouth, not unless he could levitate off the floor quite a distance, and with his back to the wall, he wasn’t going to penetrate him either. Still, Gabriyel knew the depraved boy had something in mind, judging by the unsettling look on his face. Somehow, for a rather handsome man, Errion managed to cast his features into such a twisted lust-filled visage that perversion practically oozed from him.
Unable to do anything, Gabriyel glared at Errion, hoping his glowering would frighten him away. It didn’t. In fact, the sterner he looked, the brighter Errion smiled.
“You are just the meanest-looking man.” Errion stroked his hand over Gabriyel’s chest. “And all these muscles. Truly, on all of Avalith, I don’t think there is a man as strong as you.”
His touch was surprisingly strong and sure, as if he had every right to touch Gabriyel in such a way. Trailing his hand down, he cupped Gabriyel through his loincloth, causing Gabriyel to suck air through gritted teeth.
“What a mighty prick you have too.” He squeezed gently, as if testing the weight and appreciating the girth. Gabriyel tried not to squirm, but he did anyway. A cycle of deliberately denying himself had left him vulnerable to even the slightest caress
. “I wonder how many times you’ve thought of sliding your prick into the woman you’re sworn to protect?”
Only by a lifetime of discipline was Gabriyel able to keep his features blank. Errion’s eyes riveted to his face, watching for any flicker of comprehension. Gabriyel refused to give him what he sought.
“She’s such a charming little creature. Innocent and curious.” Errion slid his hand under the cloth, making direct contact, causing Gabriyel to close his eyes. To climax in this man’s hand would be a shame he would never come back from. Errion’s hand was warm and firm, knowing exactly where to touch to make Gabriyel struggle, jiggling the chains with a merry sound in direct contrast to his misery. As Errion leaned close, Gabriyel could smell his spicy and alien cologne. On his breath, he smelled alcohol of some kind, but not an excessive amount. The boy didn’t need to find his courage in a bottle. Not that he needed much courage to fondle a man chained to a wall.
Lowering his head, Errion took one of Gabriyel’s nipples into his mouth as he continued his expert caressing. Sucking and biting caused Gabriyel to struggle again in earnest. He begged every god he knew not to let him shame himself.
Laughing, Errion released him and stepped back. “Hmm. Let us see all of you.” He reached out and removed Gabriyel’s loincloth. Again he whistled. “Magnificent.” Leaning close, he inspected his cock from the edge of his balls to the tip of his slick head. His hot breath teased his tormented flesh anew. “I have never seen such a beautiful prick.”
Gabriyel stared down at his blond head, desperately trying to slow his breathing. If he continued at this frantic pace, he feared he’d pass out. Slow, even breaths helped him find a measure of control, but then, after a deliberate smirk, Errion leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around Gabriyel’s cock.
Hissing in a breath, he closed his eyes and pressed his head against the stone wall, hoping the pain would lessen the building pressure. Errion’s mouth was hot and slick. His incredibly educated tongue slid around the most sensitive spot just below the head of his prick. Expertly he flicked his tongue as he cupped his balls, cradling them in his hand, teasing his fingers up behind until he smoothed one fingertip against his anus.
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